We all hate the world,
In our own special way,
We hate everything about you and what you stand for,
Because you voice everything we want to say.
We hate the way you always think you’re right,
And how you’re sometimes wrong,
Because we need something to be sure in,
We lost it so long ago, its gone.
We used to be sure in our parents,
We used to be sure in each other,
But you messed up and we hate the world now,
But the therapist just blames it on the mother.
No, it’s everyone and everything,
It’s all so hypocritical,
We write about true love and trust in one another,
But it’s a lie and we see it because you made us this analytical.
And we hate that we aren’t oblivious,
Because ignorance is bliss,
There’s the hypocrisy again,
Right in our mist.
We say we want to know the truth,
But we don’t, we want you to say what we want to hear,
And you know it,
So you lie to us anyway, and it hurts that much more my dear.
But there’s always something in this world to hate,
Whether it be hate or too much love,
Or lies or ‘hidden truths’,
Or a wrongly symbolized little dove.
